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Just something I wrote during boring classes......The estonian version is better though. If anybody is interested in it (if anybody here can understand it) then ask me.

 

From North to South.

 

Cold and moveless

far-away Northland.

Below ancient permafrost

veins of life are throbbing

but they have been forgotten.

 

The ice....

covering everything.

The water, the earth, the air...

Large open ice fields

that are under the shield of ice.

Sources of life are trying,

trying very hard

yet they are frozen,

wrapped by ice

and the life will fade

waiting for warmth

that is not coming.

 

Cold...ice....

Snow...falling from the sky

and crystallizing.

Coming down

on a frosty ground.

Soft....white...

Cold.

Descending from the sky

so grey and cloudy...

There are no colours.

The sun is pale,

like a dispersed spot

watching the colourless world.

It is like a distant star

that doesn`t give light

or heat.

Like Sirius

or the North Star.

 

North....

Northern sun...

Northern lights....

Flashing in the darkest night,

in an eternal night...in a polar night.

Showing a colourful light....

the only light...

The cold light.

Stars among northern lights.

Shining...

Like the sun

that doesn`t give any heat.

Beautiful....like eyes

looking down

at the cold land.

The land is resting,

resting of life.

Peace, quiet....

Cold.

 

Lonely but peaceful.

No confusion.....

no thoughts

because the air is frozen

and doesn`t move anything.

The wind is just an ice crystal..

 

Frozen soul, mind, heart

like the Northern Maiden has

whose heart`s shield of ice

even Väinamöinen`s song couldn`t break.

Like the Queen of Ice

whose soul is cold

but who is powerful.

Noone can beat her.

Powerful emptyness

wrapped in icy air.

Peace...quietness...

Stability. There`s no storm

That could conquer the ice.

There is no confusion. Tranquility

reaching over endless snow fields.

Cold.

 

Suddenly

a lonely ray of light

has found the way into invisible

yet existing crack

in invincible shield of ice.

So insignificant

yet its heat

melted the ice.

The crack widened.

Gentle warmth

crept under the ice

warming the sources of life

and making them alive.

More and more cracks...

more rays...

less cold.....

less ice.

Melting the earth

and making the juices of life flow

that had been waiting so long,

hidden beneath the ice.

 

The water is flowing.

Slowly at first,

then faster, stronger

breaking the ice

and changing the face of the North.

 

Fading clouds

in a blue sky.

Colours. Bright colours

in the sky and on the earth.

 

Storm. Water raging

and sweeping the last large chunks of ice

that will disappear soon.

The golden sun

shining in the blue sky.

Plants springing.

Rain. Storm. Turmoil.

Confusion which did not exist in the cold.

Instability.

 

Life.....Bubbling life

Obligations.

Obligation to notice the storm

because it would be impossible not to.

Warm...hot...burning...

How to get away?

Panic!

There`s no way out. Must notice.

Must be.

 

The world has been unsettled.

There is no peace, no quiet.

Would like to go back....

back to the cold northland

where the power was. Control.

Longing...

Longing for frostiness and the silver shield.

Longing for the Northland....

If there hadn`t been that first ray

that seemed so meaningless

yet it was fatal.

 

Hope...

Where is hope?

The hope has melted with the ice

leaving behind confusion.

An awful confusion...

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(Rydia sends the double post to oblivion with a wiggle of her ears. . .which raises a small whirlwind to whisk the extra copy away to Oz. Winkies and Munchkinlanders alike see it as a second sign from Dorothy.)

 

. . .Wow. On the strength of this poem, I went back and re-read everything you've posted here.

 

I'm frightened of this pitiless cold (but the time to run is past) and also frightened of the reckless life. . .

 

>_

 

--Rydia, singing pointy ear shiny hunter

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